I hear the whispers

The soft words brushing my ears

As the gentle winds caress my face

While I lay under the pale moonlit sky

And it looks back at me, like a mirror

And I see the stars, so very far

Flickering softly in the distance

Like beetles in the wilderness

And as the night slips by quietly

I see the light eavesdropping

Slowly over the horizon

As I hear the songs of the morning

Gliding through the silver line

Breaking the silence

Ushering the change

Echoing through the meadow

New hopes and dreams

– © Nachiketa Sanyal